When You Cry, My Heart Weeps Twice as Hard
Summary: Set six years after Harry graduated. Ginny Weasley has a long kept secret. She became pregnant during her sixth year at Hogwarts. When Voldermort wants her daughter, who comes to protect her and her child? Why her ex-b/f Harry Potter. GW/HP
Rating: PG-13 for adult themes
Disclaimer: No, Harry Potter is NOT mine. Besides, if I was J.K. Rowling, why would I be writing a FAN fiction??? [shakes head at the idiot that invented the Disclaimer]
Harry's POV (finally)
I get some assignments like this. I thought on my way to the apartment. A.P.A. is getting more and more rare, because Voldermort isn't focusing on large targets of wizards and witches, but going for very important people instead. I had just come back from Madagascar on assignment for the Ministry to sort out a trade dispute. Hermione, the Minister herself, gave me the assignment to take care of a woman and her daughter. The woman was twenty-two years old, and the daughter was five. There was general information, but no names. I went up the apartment and knocked at the door.
I heard a tiny voice, obviously the daughter; I couldn't make out the words. And then an older woman say something, and the door opened. Without looking at her, I asked, "Can I come in?" And I looked up.
Nothing prepared me to see that woman. She opened the door with a giant smile on her face, laughing at her daughter. She turned her light blue eyes towards me, and froze. Her flaming red hair swirled around her face like her entire head was on fire. My throat suddenly goes dry, and I don't understand why.
"Ginny?" I managed to say.
She remains frozen, unsure, and a little girl, no more than three comes up to her mother. "Are you good man?" She asked me in a wonderful voice that sounded so clear and pure that I was reminded of a phoenix song. "Good Aur…" she paused, wondering how to pronounce 'Auror.'
"Yes I am." I said, staring at Ginny. The last time I saw her, she had just turned seventeen. I had broken up with her a week after her birthday. She had been skinny, and her copper hair had been wild, and I thought her as the most wonderful and beautiful creature to ever grace this planet. She had somehow surpassed that statement. She had filled out in the right places, her breasts heaving right now, in an obvious shock of seeing me, and her flaming red hair was cascading down around her shoulders, making her face glow.
I looked down at the little girl. She was staring questioning at me with her light blue eyes, exactly like her mother's. Her hair was down to her waist, a strawberry-blonde and silky looking. Her little red mouth looked as though it had been painted on, instead of it actually part of her face. If she was five then…I nearly fainted. She could be mine!
Ginny closed her eyes. I opened my mouth. "She's…" I faltered, and Ginny opened her eyes. "She's not…"
"No." She said clearly, so much like her daughter's voice. "She's not yours."
I didn't know whether to be relived or disappointed. "Who?" I asked feeling out of breath.
"Come in please." She said, avoiding the question. And then she hissed in my ear as the little girl skipped ahead of us. "Not in front of Kaya." She turned to me a genuine smile on her face. "Would you like some tea?" She asked.
"Yes please." I said feeling dazed.
Kaya stared at me, quizzically, and then smiled seriously.